I have these dreams I'm walking homeHome where it used to beEverything is as it wasFrozen in front of me

Here I stand six feet smallRomanticizing years agoBut it's a bittersweet feelingHearing "Wrapped Around Your Finger" on the radio

And these daysI wish I was six againOh make me a red capeI wanna be supermanOh if only my life was more like 1983All these things would be more like they were at the start of meHad it made in 83

Thinking about my brother BenI miss him everydayHe looks just like his brother JohnBut on an eighteen month delay

Here I stand six feet smallAnd smiling because I'm scared as hellKind of like my life is like a sequel to a movieWhere the actors' names have changed

Oh well these daysI wish I was six againOh make me a red capeI wanna be supermanOh if only my life was more like 1983All these things would be more like they were at the start of meIf my life was more like 1983Plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me

And most my memories have escaped meOr confused themselves with dreamsIf heaven's all we want it to beSend your prayers to me care of 1983

You can paint that house a rainbow of colors?Rip out the floorboardsAnd replace the shuttersBut that's my plastic in the dirt

Whatever happened to my?Whatever happened to my?Whatever happened to my?Whatever happened to my lunch box?When came the day that it gotThrown awayAnd don't you think I should have had some say in that decision?